When Chesterton says, in “The Voter and the Two Voices”
I doubt whether the best men ever would devote themselves to politics. The best men devote themselves to pigs and babies and things like that. And as for the fanatical conflict in party politics, I wish there was more of it. The real danger of the two parties with their two policies is that they unduly limit the outlook of the ordinary citizen. They make him barren instead of creative, because he is never allowed to do anything except prefer one existing policy to another. We have not got real Democracy when the decision depends upon the people. We shall have real Democracy when the problem depends upon the people. The ordinary man will decide not only how he will vote, but what he is going to vote about.
He is referring to an issue such as the following incident:
Mr. Bove, who lives in Larzac, an area of southwest France that is one of the country’s best-known gastronomic regions, organized the destruction of the McDonald’s in nearby Millau — using tractors to tear down half the roof — to highlight what he sees as the unfairness of the United States’s decision to levy high tariffs on Roquefort cheese, pate de foie gras and other luxury imported food. Washington acted in retaliation for the European Union’s decision to ban America’s hormone-treated beef.
Note Chesterton’s line about the best men devoting themselves to “pigs and babies.” Jose Bove mentioned above is a sheep farmer.
The more I live, the more I find the utmost delight in the poetry of coincidence found between two seemingly separate circumstances, incidents, or statements — such as these. It is one of the most curious things about truth, that coincidence is the evidence of order. Chesterton’s regard for the dignity of the common person and their ability to reason and think for themselves(one reason he’s labeled the “apostle of common sense”) was based on something real, and the anger of Jose Bove was also based on something real as well. Both sing together in the melody God has plucked.
And, with the fact that politicians would levy tariffs against France simply because they don’t want to import hormone-treated beef or withhold funds to countries that might refuse a sexual “rights” agenda brings forth one more reference to Chesterton:
The men whom the people ought to choose to represent them are too busy to take the jobs. But the politician is waiting for it. He’s the pestilence of modern times. What we should try to do is make politics as local as possible. Keep the politicians near enough to kick them. The villagers who met under the village tree could also hang their politicians to the tree. It’s terrible to contemplate how few politicians are hanged today.